Those Wal-Mart people were back today at the corner of Burnet and Anderson carrying their red signs in their red shirts, the same faces I didn’t recognize before. I had to wonder if one of them was the “You don’t know me” person on the phone who warned that “I know where you live, so watch your back, bitch.”
I also had to wonder whether any of them watch TV or read a newspaper. In case they haven’t heard, the project has full approval and is moving forward in accord with local law.
It’s kind of like George Bush on TV saying that no one had any idea how bad things were in New Orleans. I don’t even have cable, but I knew. Don’t they at least get CNN at the White House? Do we need a special fund to provide the commander in chief with common knowledge?
I’m getting off-point, though. Deep breath. Moment of pause. Visualize. Re-center. Focus.
OK. I’m better.
I’m not sure why those Wal-Mart people were up there protesting a commercial development that’s already been approved. The planning commission and city council had no legal grounds to deny the permit. What do they expect to gain at this point? They fought, they lost.
Isn’t it time to go home? Hasn’t the fat lady sang loud enough yet?
Unfortunately for us all, Beverly Sills is no longer available. I wonder if they’d listen to Leontine Price. . .
Just a thought.
Breathe deep. Focus. Center. Meditate on fresh tomatoes, rosemary and oregano cooked lightly in olive oil with some garlic, basil and onion, poured onto angel hair pasta, topped with freshly grated parmesan and little balls of baby mozzarella tossed in. Salt and pepper to taste.
There. That wasn’t so bad.
With mouthy opinion you get recipe.
Any questions?
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